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Confuse MemoriesChapter 1. Where it all started
He laid there. There were mix emotions within me… I do not understand. The wind blew softly, ruffling his hair. It flowed down, stain with red hot vermilion blood. It was still fresh. I was battling with myself. I do not know what I should do. After all, why he was in this state, was because of me. I will always remember what he has told me before it all happened. All so vividly imprinted on my mind. I had made up my decision. I will…
They say the middle child never feels he belongs in the family. To me, it was very true. Well, growing up in a family of musicians, I learn that only ONE thing mattered. If I could play the trombone or sing, or perhaps even dance, that would count. But I could not do any. I was afraid, afraid or disappointing everyone. But what could I do. It seems destined that I'm going to be the failure of my whole family. One day, I told my parents that I wanted to be an artist. They agreed, and that's when more troubles began…
Many people try to make art follow rules. They say if it is not done in a certain way, it is not art. You HAVE to color. You have to draw. You have to paint. But to me, I believe that all this is not true. They say that an artist have to be observant. But I was terrible in observing things. For example, when I was in Grade 3, our art teacher told us to draw a chicken. I tried to draw one from my memory, but it turned out to be legless. Many laughed and said, " They have two legs. I bet u have only seen them sitting on their eggs!" My art teacher tried to be kind, but her words hurt. "I hope you are not planning to be an artist." That's was what she told me. But, it was he that made me fight and struggle for my dream. I can still remember what he had told me. "Anything is art, as long as you can portray your feelings." Soon after, my family was killed. All except for me. I do not know the reason. Later on, I was told that HE was the one that did it. But, he seems so nice. That could not be possible, could it?
During art classes, he cheered me on. But I was weary. I do not know what was the reason of him killing my family… why all except for me? I was very confused. When I asked him, he just smiled and replied, "Only the strongest are allowed to survive. Soon, they will be eliminated as well. Its just a matter of time…why probe over it?" I was shock when he said that. People told me that he was a monster. Others told me to keep away from him. But what I wanted to hear was a word of concern, not warnings. I was wondering if anybody would understand me. And later, I found out that only he was concern about me. 'Fake concern or pity?' was always the question that always runs through my head.
'It is the time again." He told me. I didn't understand, so I went to ask Morphine, my spirit guardian. I understood what he was talking about soon after. The Shaman Fight was here again. It seems like a carnival annually coming every 500 years. When I wanted to sign up, a voice in my head told me that I too weak, in fact, very. He appeared next to me and said, " Isn't the moon beautiful today?" I nodded. " Go ahead and try. Do it. And the voice in your head would be silenced." With that, he left.
I clenched my fist. I will do it. I WILL succeed. I will grow stronger. Morphine gave me a smile of encouragement. I was all ready to try. Soon, the qualifying rounds came. It was easy. Easier than I expected. He was also in the 'game' or what he calls it. He offered his service to me. I declined.
The preliminary matches arrive. By then, I was already trying my best, training hard, driven by an unknown force. First match- Horo Horo… Who was this Horo guy? Is he strong? Will we be on par? Will I lose? Will I win? What will be the outcome? Whenever I was confused, he will be there. "The time will come where all answers will be revealed. There's no need to think that much." I nodded in agreement. What he said was right. I tried convincing myself. I didn't work very much. But when he smiled at me, I felt that everything will be right. Everything will be the way it is destined to.
There is no need to be worried about anything. I hope…
The day arrived…
"Yo! My name Horo Horo. And my guardian spirit is Koloro. What about you? Eh?" He seemed so happy. I envied that. After my parents died, all I wanted was to revenge. I have lost the warmth, the warmth that made me smile. "Lyzerg Diethiel." I replied. "My guardian spirit is Morphine. Nice to meet you." I forced a smile. I think that was kind of obvious as he frowned a little. "Well, it is such a pity that Morphine is a guardian spirit. She is far cuter to be one! Unlike mine, all round… Haha…" he sniggered. I think he was trying to make my laugh. I laughed a little… It did not came out the way I wanted it to. "Well enough of formalities… Let the game… Begin"
MORPHINE IN PENDULUM!
KOLORO IN SNOWBOARD!
The wind blow. I was ready for my first fight…
Author's Note: I'm not a very good author… My math is TERRIBLE and well, that summaries everything. Haha… Please give me some comments so that I can improve. Please read my following chapters. I'm not sure it will turn out successful. Hope it is. Aniwaez, thanks for reading my FIRST story or chapter. Gave me a lot of encouragement when u read it!
